Big Hoop, Ness Julius - Foreign Land Lyrics

This hit for 10
Overtime we in the gym
Cant talk unless they talkin Ms
Cant go if they ain't let all my brothers in
Lord is my shepherd withholding my sins
Did it again
We spun the block now we hitting for 10
Did it again we spun the block
Now we, what
Now we hitting for 10

Wasn't shooting in the gym widdit
Now Catch em tryna ball wit me
10 Summers thats a tall fifty
If they bet on me i bet we all winnin
Top 5 like Dennis dem
Heating up heard u coolin off
Heard we droppin so they take the summer off

No control just fate
Had to get bread
Food on my plate
Could've had bags moving in pounds
I was in place to
Move all that weight
Niggas in cars with 35 large
And opp niggas out
Looking this way
Had to jump gates
Concealing my face
I was just tired moving that way
A nigga been bold
Cracking A skull
All of that church
Still losing my soul
When uncle got out was 40 years old
Faced with the same option
Had to say no
Love my pops he never got low
He drove 2 hours just to see a nigga
But when I did all of them Compton tours
I was in the streets he didn't see a nigga
He like what's up with these bad grades
Nigga really I'm just tryna just tryna live
You sent me out to whaley middle school
I had to survive all them fucking bad kids
Most the time I had bad days
And it was certain I could never Say
But some how you had the right words
And put me on a path to go a different way

So I came back to moms
I know u upset we was pop and sons
But some things that you never knew
I was in the car with a fucking gun
Nothing happened
They just wanna see if I was down to ride
But under that heavy influence
It would have been a mother fuckin homocide

Sleeping niggas moving up the ranks
I was fucking bitches in yo bedroom
Cause baby girl want a hood nigga
And you know i had to get some head soon
Told you shawty was a friend
But really ass in the air like a baboon
I fucked once then i fuck twice
Now this bitch brother really wanna fight
You cant hate the way I play the field
My Puerto Rican bitch never kept it real
She had to go and my Indian
I was fuckin raw nigga done deal
That day I took a double L
On the low moving up the scale
That's why i don't give a fuck
This a double up ion give fuck

This hit for 10
Overtime we in the gym
Cant talk unless they talkin Ms
Cant go if they ain't let all my brothers in
Lord is my shepherd withholding my sins
Did it again
We spun the block now we hitting for 10
Did it again we spun the block
Now we, what
Now we hitting for 10